At this time, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and a man with half-length hair wearing a black leather jacket walked in.

The man looked to be in his thirties. He was about 1.75 meters tall, and his appearance was not unusual, but his small eyes had a bright light. He seemed to be a person who paid attention to the quality of life and paid attention to details.

"Is it Xi Ling'er?" The man came over and looked at me and asked, his voice loud and penetrating. After asking, he looked at Hu Mengxian and Wen Feiyan beside him, and his expression instantly became a little complicated.

"Well, I am, hello, are you... the supervisor of City C?" I answered his question with my own will.

"Yes, my name is Wang Zheng, the supervisor of City C. My dear lord, Wang Zheng is honored to meet you. Thank you for your help in handling this matter. Thank you for your trouble. Please leave the rest of the matter to me."

This person discovered the Youli attached to my body so quickly, and even bowed to me respectfully. Although he spoke in a polite and official manner, it felt clean and tidy and there was nothing to fault.

"Well, you are much more polite than that stupid veterinarian supervisor." The Youli in my body controlled me and said to the man. Although his attitude was still cold, he seemed to be quite satisfied with this man's behavior. Of course, he

The stupid veterinarian in my mouth refers to Xize.

We all wanted to know the whole story. Hu Mengxian helped Wen Feiyan sit down on the chair, and we all sat down and listened as they began to tell their stories.

(1) Insect wish

A long time ago, there was a simple temple here. Incense candles were constantly burning on the altar in the temple, and pilgrims would come here every day to pray and offer incense.

There were two small insects, one gray and one white, living on the altar. They both looked like caterpillars, fleshy and covered with downy hair, which was not pleasant at all.

At first, only Gray Worm lived here. It didn't know when it came here or how long it stayed here.

Ordinary insects have a very short lifespan, and it is even more difficult to transform into a spiritual creature.

The temple is a good place for cultivation, because this little gray worm absorbs the spiritual energy of the Buddhist temple and the incense on the altar every day. Its originally short life begins to extend, its spiritual wisdom is opened, and its cultivation level increases day by day.

One day, it saw a wild bird flying into the temple with a small white caterpillar in its mouth. The wild bird was about to enjoy the food.

The white insect was already dying in the mouth of the wild bird, unable to struggle.

Gray Worm saw that its own kind was being bullied, so it fought with the wild bird. It was considered to be somewhat cultivated, and finally defeated the wild bird and rescued the little white worm from its mouth.

The white caterpillar also had some intelligence, and it was very grateful to the gray worm. From then on, they practiced together in this temple.

"What wish do you have?" Gray Worm once asked White Worm.

"I want to be like those friends outside, with brightly colored and beautiful wings, so that I can fly around and land on all kinds of beautiful plants."

"Then how can we become like them?"

"My friends all make a strong cocoon in autumn and winter, and they hide themselves tightly in the cocoon. In spring and summer, they all grow beautiful wings. But I still don't know how to do it.

Even after making a cocoon, they still look so ugly, I really envy them." The white insect said in despair, it didn't know how long it had lived in this insect's body.

"If we practice hard, we will surely achieve your wish." Gray Worm comforted Little White Worm while inhaling the incense on the altar.

It doesn't know what the outside world is like. Maybe as long as it practices hard, one day it will have a pair of beautiful big wings that can fly everywhere.

Aliens are not as sensitive to time as humans. Gray Worm, who possesses intelligence and cultivation, does not know that it has been cultivating here at the altar for nearly a hundred years.

Although the two bugs accompany each other all day long, the white bug prefers to be active during the day and sleep at night; while the gray bug prefers to sleep during the day, and night is its active time. It likes to stay in places with bright light, especially candlesticks.

There.

Although the two bugs have a good relationship, due to their different habits, they will feel lonely and boring when they are alone.

(2) Cocooning

One day when Gray Worm fell asleep during the day, he dreamed of a beautiful woman in yellow clothes talking to him.

The woman said: "You have been cultivating for hundreds of years. The higher realms will give you immortality because of your painstaking efforts in cultivation. It's just a fateful calamity. If you have a kind heart and are willing to let go of your obsessions and not love the mortal world, you can successfully survive the calamity and become immortal."

Ascend to the Immortal. Remember that appearance does not represent everything. Everything is suffering and testing. You need to remember what I say today."

When Gray Worm woke up from his dream, he didn't know where he was, and his eyes were dark. He called to his partner White Worm, but there was no response.

On the wooden pillar beside the altar table in the temple, an earthy yellow cocoon is knotted there.

The little white worm was very happy when he saw that his good friend had finally formed a cocoon. Although it was not him, he sincerely hoped that the gray worm could grow beautiful wings in the cocoon.

The little white insect prayed for its friends outside and practiced harder, hoping that it could also form a cocoon.

Autumn and winter passed, and finally one day, the cocoon broke open, and the gray worm gently poked its head out of the cocoon. It saw the white worm guarding it, and it was very moved.

"Ah! You really have wings! What big wings!" White Insect looked at it and said in surprise.

Gray Worm looked down at his body, but it was different from before.

It has a brown body, thin legs, two horns on its head, and two pairs of large wings on its sides, which are brown and have black original patterns on them.

Although it's not as beautiful as I imagined, it looks much better than the flesh bug before.

It tried to open and close its big wings and really flew.

One day White Worm said to Gray Worm that he wanted to see what the outside world looked like.

"I'll take you there." Gray Worm decided to carry it and fly out of the temple to have a look.

They flew all the way out of the temple to vast woodlands, grasslands, and finally to a valley with delicate flowers.

"I came from a place like this before. But I can't find my old home." White Worm said happily while riding on Gray Worm's back and looking down at the various beautiful flowers below.

"They are so beautiful. They look delicious." Gray Worm was very excited to see the flowers of different colors blooming.

There are lush plants here, and there is plenty of sunshine and daylight. There are also animals that can run, fly, and swim. All kinds of creatures live happily here. When they are hungry, they can eat pollen, nectar, and juice, and when they are thirsty, they can drink the spring water in the valley.

Cultivation can absorb the spiritual energy of the sun, moon and vegetation. They liked this place very much and decided to stay.

Perhaps influenced by the aura here, the little white insect finally made a cocoon on a green plant.

It was a cocoon as white as jade, shimmering and very beautiful. The gray worm also stayed beside it, folding its wings and waiting there for the white worm to break out of the cocoon.

(3) Criticism

"Look, it looks different from us!"

"Yeah! Really! Why is it that color? It's so stupid and ugly."

"It's an impostor! Impersonating us!"

"It's not the same as us at all! It's such an ugly monster!"

Several brightly colored butterflies were discussing there, and the ugly things they were talking about were gray worms.

Only then did Gray Worm realize that it was not the same species as those beautiful butterflies. It was an experienced old snail who told it that it was a moth.

The moth knew his true identity and was afraid of being laughed at for being ugly, so he often crouched secretly behind leaves and grass every day to avoid being discovered by others.

In the end, it couldn't stand such a life anymore, so it asked the old snail to bring a message to the white insect and left quietly.

After some time, the white cocoon finally broke open, and a blue figure emerged from inside.

The big blue wings were flapping, and the edges of the wings were inlaid with beautiful black patterns. It turned out to be a butterfly! A butterfly more beautiful than all the butterflies here.

The snail told the blue butterfly about its partner. The blue butterfly was disappointed, but also had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It must practice harder and find its partner moth in the future, and protect it from harm.

The blue butterfly is the most beautiful butterfly in the valley. Other butterflies love it, respect it, and treat it as their princess. Many male butterflies show their kindness to it, but it never refuses them one by one.

The moth left the valley with a loss. It didn't know where to fly. It was windy and rainy along the way. In the end, it felt that it had nowhere to go, so it returned to the temple.

"Maybe I belong there..."

(4) Skin appearance

I don’t know when a young monk with a handsome face came to the temple.

It turned out that he was an orphan, and it was the old monk in the temple who saw himself abandoned in infancy in the wild.

The old monk loved him very much and raised him. He taught him how to read and chant sutras, taught him Zen and Buddhism, and taught him all he had learned in his life. He called the old monk his master.

He loves her very much, more like his grandfather and father, and has a very close relationship.

The young monk didn't know when his master had been guarding this temple.

At that time, he was simple and kind, and had never met anyone else. He knew that the master who raised him was the best person in the world.

They chanted Buddhist scriptures and took care of the temple every day, and their lives were peaceful and comfortable. Occasionally, a few pilgrims came.

When the young monk reached the age of fifteen, his master already had a white beard and was already seventy years old. In that era, he was already a long-lived man.

He told the young monk that after his death, the young monk would continue to stay here to protect the temple.

The old monk was suffering from chronic illness and was no longer able to take care of the temple, so all the affairs of the temple were left to the junior monks.

The fifteen-year-old monk has an outstanding appearance, and the pilgrims who come to the temple all praise the young monk's appearance.
Chapter completed!